Dashing through ideas
Spilled lemonade on her dress
Drank from the jar of death
Spoke out to the prisoners
Grabbed a hanky and spit
Life did a double dip
Got green on the lips with that stick
It is some kind of voodoo
That you do
I would toss the chair into the window
Again and again
Untill the chair went up in smoke.
There on your head a bald spot
Where no hair grows
Your head is spinning around
They say the word "Clown"
The hall of mirrors appears
The red slippers walk around
Bubbles everywhere
Any and every cause for attention
To button your heart to my sleave.
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